WARNING: This is a graphic depiction of kidnapping, rape and revenge. If this subject matter upsets or offends you, then please do not continue reading. If you've ever been screwed over by a money-grubbing and/or soulless user bitch, however, then you will most likely understand my anger and hostility toward this (mostly) fictional character, and appreciate this story all the more.
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Brooke was a user; one of those stereotypical gold-diggers that used a guy for a while and then ignored him when he wanted something back. I happened to be one of those guys, and she had conned me out of a thousand dollars with a cock and bull story about needing rent money. She promised to pay me back with her income tax refund, but when it came time to pay me back, she claimed her ex had cashed the check and taken all of the money. When I asked for it back, even in payments, she blocked me on social media and refused to answer my emails. After two years of this, I finally gave up on getting my money back. After stewing over it for a few more years, I finally decided it was time for her to pay me back with interest. A lot of interest. I was often reminded of the song by Ben Folds Five: "I want my money back. I want my money back, you bitch."
I devised a plan to snatch her from her place of work and literally take what she owed me out in personal payment. By personal payment, I meant I had every intention of kidnapping and raping her for days, weeks or even months, until I felt the debt had been paid in full. She wasn't particularly pretty, but she turned me on for some strange reason that I just couldn't put my finger on. Actually, she was pretty fucking ugly to tell the truth, but something about her semi-cute face and crooked bunny teeth got my juices flowing, and I wanted to fuck her very badly for some reason. As the days drew ever closer to my stealing her for personal use, I fantasized almost continuously, about raping her repeatedly and cumming inside of her hairy, dirty-blonde cunt, while I squeezed her small, droopy tits roughly and viciously in my hands.
Brooke had told me at some point that she had her tubes tied after her last child was born, so I had no worries about raping her and getting her pregnant. She was mine for the fucking, and I was looking forward to it.
Finally, the day arrived when everything fell into place. I had rented a van for several days on the contract, and I lined everything with plastic, so there would be no traces of her DNA once I took it back. I was treating this like a murder plan, although my only desire was to rape her repeatedly, with no way to trace or link me to her.
She worked at the mall, and like most employees, was required to park in a remote area, so that paying customers would be able to park in spaces that were much closer and therefor, not have to walk as far. I had scoped her trailer out a few times, so I knew what she was driving now, and quickly found it in the lot. For some reason, she had parked it away from everyone else, so I pulled the van alongside and waited for her to get off work and fall into my trap. The cameras that occasionally panned the area were blocked from view by three construction trailers and several oak trees. There was no way they could tie the van to her disappearance.
I watched tensely, as Brooke approached her car, and as she paused to unlock it, I suddenly slid the side door of the van open, and leaped out. Brooke spun around, just in time for me to press a powerful stun gun into her ribs and pull the trigger. She dropped like a stone, and I quickly dragged her into the van and slammed the door shut.
Before Brooke could come to her senses, I pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed her; then placed a piece of duct tape over her mouth so she couldn't scream for help. As she struggled, I took a pre-filled syringe and injected her with a powerful sedative. Within a few seconds, she passed out and I draped a blanket over her unconscious body. Phase 1 was complete, and I took her phone from her purse; scrolling through her contacts until I found the number for her ex husband. I smiled and sent a quick text message.
"I need you to take the kids off my hands for awhile." I typed. "I'm at my breaking point. Just tell them I needed to go away for a while and I love them."
With that, I turned the phone off and removed the battery so it could no longer be traced. I then pulled the van out and left the mall; heading for my remote cabin in the country about a hundred miles away. Two hours later, I pulled into the garage of my rural house and shut the door. I pulled the blanket back to expose my quarry, and she was breathing normally, although still unconscious. I dragged her out of the van and threw her over my shoulder, carrying her into the house and into an extra bedroom in the basement that I had prepared for her extended "visit."
I dropped Brooke onto the bed and rolled her over so that I could remove the handcuffs. I unlocked one side but kept the other on her left wrist. I then snapped another set around her other wrist and rolled her back over, before cuffing each hand to a large ring that I had bolted to each corner of the bed. I then sat in a chair and watched her until she regained consciousness.
"Hello Brooke." I greeted her, as she opened her eyes. "How do you feel?"
Brooke looked at me and blinked her eyes.
"Let met go!" she demanded groggily. "Who are you, and what are you doing?"
She began to kick and thrash about, in an effort to get free, but it was of no use.
"Ungh-uh." I chided, wagging my finger at her. "Relax."
"Fuck you!" Brooke screamed. "Let me loose, you son of a bitch!"
It was then that she finally recognized me. It had been several years after all, and still being a bit groggy, it took this long.
"You!" she exclaimed, staring at me. "What the fuck are you doing? Let me go, you fucking asshole!"
With that, she began thrashing about again, trying to pull loose.
"Stop kicking and calm down," I replied, "or I'll give you another jolt. And I'll put it right on your cunt this time."
I held the stun gun up and pulled the trigger, producing a bright blue arc and a loud popping sound. Brooke paled and immediately settled down.
"Good girl." I responded. "You'll do exactly what I tell you to do, understand?"
Brooke nodded and swallowed hard. I took the syringe and plunged the needle into a bottle of sedative and withdrew 15 ml of liquid. I then injected it into her arm and waited until her eyes glassed over. As long as I kept her sedated, she was mine to do whatever I wanted, and I wanted a lot.
"Blink twice if you can hear me." I instructed.
